Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 267

Master of martial arts (4)

The volcano’s long sword caused twilight on the mountain ridge.

The early rising sun forced the silence, meaning that the harmony of swordsmanship was faster than sound.

It started with a soft red light and followed the purple-tinged trajectory of the attack for a moment, and then the air of Taebaeksan Mountain swayed as if it was being sucked in.

The snowdrifts that had covered the ridge in white scattered like a dream. Then, a tremendous explosion occurred.

Kwaaaaang―!

A strong wind blew, with snowflakes blowing in all directions. The bushes and tree branches showed their rusty brown color in winter.

Jeong Yeon-shin stared straight ahead with her eyes wide open. It goes without saying that it was sublime. It was truly a transcendental swordsmanship.

‘A state where one discusses the world with one’s true nature… … .’

The Baekhoehyeol point on the Jeongsu-ri seemed to be expanding in a distant way. When would it be possible to reach it? I couldn’t even read half of the hundreds of changes contained in the sword.

The straight sword strike had an unavoidable charm. It seemed as if this was how it should be done at the top of the martial arts world.

Jaha Shin-gong and the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword.

The old master’s advice did not allow for a deep interpretation of the lower level.

It was on a different level from what Jeongyeonshin had observed in their bodies and their true energy states.

‘That’s the benefit of training.’

The years were visible. They were piled up higher than Jeong Yeon-shin’s eyes.

If you are a long-time member of the Old School, you may not be dull. Once, I looked at the energy of the Heavenly Forest Lord Xiahou Wei Jin and thought about a year, but now I can’t even count it.

The depth and internal energy of the herbivore are both like that. If you eat it at around the age of nineteen, you will be able to receive it.

He silently engraved the sunset swordsmanship in his head. The Taoist sect, the principle of Suncheon.

“You don’t have any taste.”

Yulhanangrang, standing next to him, swung his sword once. Jang Moon-in’s robe struck the air with a refreshing sound.

He unleashed a sword that would make even the most skilled swordsman lose his mind, but it didn’t even seem to have the recoil of a beginner. The nickname “Sacred Sword God” was fitting.

‘Coming.’

Jeongyeonshin heard the sound of footsteps.

A heavy sound gradually approached. With the presence of wild animals disappearing, dry grass and tree branches were being trampled unusually loudly.

The sound of footsteps slowly rising was strange. It was like the sound of a condensed typhoon.

within.

A huge shadow was revealed.

The moment my head was lifted, my whole body started climbing the hill.

Thud, thud.

He walked with long strides, as long as his body. He had his back turned to the sunlight beyond the ridge.

It was clearly a human figure, but it felt like an avalanche from nature was approaching. The pressure on my skin seemed to push my body away.

The massive waves of energy still seemed unreal.

Beyond the level of martial arts, the state of no thought or thought was evident in the breath that continued without wavering. A quiet temperament, as if walking a set path. That’s why he seemed to be the center of the world.

He is wielding a large sword.

Did he just block Yulhanangrang’s attack? A faint smoke was rising from the blade. It must have been the aftereffect of the sword clash.

Jeongyeon Shin focused her eyes sharply.

‘The Sword Master.’

It was different when I saw it at the main market and when I encountered it at the foot of Jongnam Mountain.

I couldn’t see it properly at that time. I couldn’t even clearly recognize its facial features. It was because the energy level was different.

There was a gap between the new Baek-haek of Ip-hwang-seong and the absolute ruler of the highest level of Gang-ho, like the gap between a commoner and a god. It was even more so when he was the plaything of the Jeong family.

It was different now. My whole body was filled with the power of the light wheel of the law.

Those who breathe with the divine power are qualified to examine the lord of the great wave.

“Holy fire.”

It was a deep voice that seemed to have come from a cave. The mouth that called out to the volcano’s long-legged friend seemed reserved.

As the crown prince of a fallen nation, he was said to be of noble blood. His body, visible from above his yellow robe, was extraordinary.

The body of a true swordsman, with muscles woven like iron armor, and a jawline without an ounce of fat, are proof of his perfection.

The sharp nose and colorless eyes were both beautiful.

‘That’s how you structure your body.’

It was the appearance of an enemy. Jeong Yeon-shin didn’t blink.

There was the evildoer who had destroyed the home of my humble mother and slaughtered her companion and her beloved servants. Now that I look at it, the gap was too much.

“You said you were acting like a magpie all this time, but now your investigation has deepened. It’s a prayer that makes me reluctant to cross swords.”

Yulhanangrang took a step forward, pretending to speak cheerfully.

Swish.

For a moment, the ground seemed to close in. The footsteps of the dark spirit stopped after advancing ten steps.

There was no answer. The sword master just stared at her with somewhat lonely eyes.

The volcano’s long-legged leader and the swordsman stood face to face.

Such places are rarely created.

If it were widely known, it would be shocking to the world of martial arts. It wouldn’t be strange if someone’s head were to be cut off the moment they took their eyes off the opponent.

It was said that short-term battles occur more frequently among experts as they are a matter of life or death.

Jeongyeonshin slowly opened her mouth.

“The Sword Master.”

“…bantling.”

The response came back. Paegeomjongju answered without looking at Ma Gwangikju.

Jeongyeonshin didn’t care.

“There was a person who raised me in Jeonggajang. He was called Mr. So. Isn’t he similar to your Gwibaek Shingeom?”

“… … .”

“I heard you were a nanny. I didn’t expect you to be my right arm. You should at least be my heart.”

He spoke in a flat tone.

When the Jeong family was destroyed, the feeling of alienation on one side of his head slowly rose, but it was too much for a boy who envied things like the Dano Festival swing to handle.

Woof.

The upper body of the mind that had been engraved in it breathed out once more. A fresh feeling rose like a wall, clearing away unnecessary thoughts.

I did it because I wanted to. I temporarily locked up the heart that my colleagues at Ip Hwang Seong had broken.

“You grew up well. You are a good person.”

The sword master said.

With an expressionless face, he didn’t even look at Jeongyeonshin.

“what?”

“I will be nothing more than a vessel when I die, but if it is rain, I will respond at any time. Come and take revenge.”

Jeongyeonshin’s eyes sank.

“What are you talking about?”

“You grow on your own without being watered, so you are superior to the trees of heaven. If you were not impressed, you would have tried to appease your nanny’s soul.”

The sword master continued speaking slowly.

“You don’t have to do that.”

There was silence for a moment.

I could distinctly feel the snowflakes falling little by little from the sky.

―Why did you spare your life when it was obvious that your enemy’s power would grow? Were you impressed by the child’s temperament? That’s ridiculous.

The words of Baek Seo-gun, the Youngcheon Sword Ghost, flashed through Jeong Yeon-shin’s mind.

―Your initiation into the Iphwangseong clan can’t possibly be all good for the Iphwangseong lord. If we were to compare the Paegeomjongju to an animal, he would be a clever bear.

That was when.

“Isn’t there any law in the Hwasan Sect? Why would you suddenly leave? No matter how fearful the head of the sect is, that’s not true.”

It was the voice that had previously shouted to follow the procession of the Paegeomjongju. The voice was very clear and did not hesitate to point out the hand of the Holy Sword God Yulhanangrang.

Sabak.

Suddenly, a young man came down one step behind the leader of the swordsman.

He was carrying a large bag loosely over his shoulder. It seemed that he was there to attend to the lord.

He has eyes as sharp as a sword blade, and a body as well-polished as that of any other swordsman.

The energy flowing from his body was strong, unusual for his age. A splendid sword was tucked into the waist of his blue military uniform that had been stained with time.

“I almost died.”

The young man who had been muttering alone suddenly looked at Jeong Yeon-shin.

“You’re an islander? I didn’t see you when you were in Jongnam because you were in closed-door training. You should have cut off your neck then, but now you’re a black-haired man… When I came out and heard it, I was shocked. Muhyeok and Nachalgyeom grandpa will laugh in the afterlife.”

“Who is that?”

“… It’s fortunate that it fell into the hands of a master like you. I didn’t know until the female spirit’s Soryungju sent me a message. I didn’t know that the Magwangikju was the Gwangyechajuju.”

The light of Anbeop flashed in his eyes as he scanned Jeongyeonshin. Then, the corners of his mouth slightly rose.

“Your physical condition is not good? Your energy level is quite high. You seem to be on the verge of becoming possessed by the devil. Well, you defeated Elder Gui Baek Shin Geum and the first horse of Shaanxi… It’s not your health that is strange, but your achievements. Is he the reincarnation of the founder of the Myunggyo sect or Jang Sam Bong? That’s how I see it. He must be killed.”

“You’ve been talking too much.”

Jeong Yeon-shin spoke dryly.

He didn’t take his eyes off the sword master who was facing Yulhanangrang.

Kroong! Kroong! Kroong!

Between the gap between the two peerless masters, an invisible lightning flashed. The fight had already begun. It seemed as if the thoughts of those who had long ago surpassed the Three Flowers and the End were competing for unity.

Even though no sound was heard, a wave of air that felt like a whip rippled through the ground and struck my skin.

“Gido-hyu. He is the direct disciple of the lord.”

Jeongyeonshin turned her head at the unexpected self-introduction. If she was a disciple of the Paegeomjongju, she would have glanced at it at least once.

The guy laughed.

“What are you going to do with your body, seeing our master? You’re just a guest. I heard you have a rather cautious personality, but it seems like you’re turning a blind eye when you see your enemy.”

Oh my god!

Suddenly, thunder rang out. The swords of the absolute beings who could discuss purple clashed. A faint waterspout rose with a deafening roar.

Dry leaves and branches rose up from all sides as if swept away by a torrential downpour.

The extremes of the sword and plum blossom sword have met.

Kwaaaa …

A huge whirlpool surrounded Paegeomjongju and Yulhanangrang. The realm of peerless masters had been stirred.

It was not a place for Jeongyeonshin, whose blood stains on her upper body had not yet hardened. The blood vessels all over her body, where the lightning had been scattered, were still tingling.

“Isn’t it hard to even move a single muscle? Your true energy won’t work as you want.”

The prayer leaver smiled and moved his feet.

Jeong Yeon-shin did not refute. It was the right thing to say.

Sabak.

As he approached, the level of his eyes rose. The dry grass blades did not bow their heads and supported the feet of the prayer warrior. It was not an ordinary memorial, but a very solemn memorial.

“I understand that Magwangikju Seomye has rarely encountered difficulties so far. Isn’t he a nobleman of Iphwangseong?”

The guy said.

“Have you come here and realized how strong the connection between the Thirteen Heavens is? Even those who were born unable to unite can move together. Aren’t you afraid that they might join forces under the banner of destroying the Iphwangseong clan? Today’s incident is no small matter. Let’s not even mention the Blood Flame Cult at the foot of the mountain… Even the King of Nang, the Suwangmunju, and the once-chief guardian of Yeo-ryeong, the great master, have come.”

“He died in about three minutes.”

“… … .”

The prayer leave kept its mouth shut.

And he roughly threw his backpack to the side.

thud!

A heavy sound was transmitted to the ground. The eye level of the man who had opened the portrait rose even higher.

“It won’t be easy for Magwangikju to face a day as weak as today.”

One step, two steps, the distance gradually shortened. Gido-hui did not stop talking for a while.

“The Master’s words are right. When you die, that’s all there is to it. I will test you. Can your hwan-gang be compared to the five great martial arts of the world? The value of discipline is revealed in times of crisis.”

Jeongyeonshin did not answer.

I just stood there, staring blankly at him, and then suddenly opened my lips.

“It’s blocking the view.”

“You must have heard of him. He is the Chief Swordsman of the main branch. He has not yet reached the rank of Great Master.”

The young masters only spoke what they had to say. Perhaps because they had strong pride. Neither of them avoided each other until the fight narrowed to a single step.

Kugu Palace―

Jeongyeonshin raised her eyebrows. Gidohyu’s palm came closer, making a deep sound.

Rather than challenging the youngest lord of Iphwangseong to a battle of wits, it seemed he thought it would be better to make full use of his physical condition, which was close to being possessed by Juhwa.

-It’s okay to take damage.

The prayer break was spoken with a smile on his face.

At the same time, his hand pressed down on the forehead of the Magwangikju. The moment his palm touched the bloody forearm, a faint wave spread out in a concentric circle.

It was a secret of my double-crossing technique. The weight on my palm was truly heavy.

Phew.

It went in completely. At this point, there was no recovery. It could have resulted in instant death.

“under……!”

Joy was in the eyes of the prayer warrior. I am the island of Ip Hwang Seong.

The master said that he could kill the bastard. At that time, Ma Gwang-ik-ju was also an enemy of Pae-geom-jong.

How many masters have been killed so far? They were almost like prey that had piled up a huge amount of obscurity.

Gido-hu lifted his head slightly, holding his arms tightly. He had to look at Seomye’s face. What kind of expression would Jeolse Gijae have right now?

at the same time.

The new model of the Magwangikju disappeared without a trace. It was as if it had never existed in the first place.

The leather shoes were seen later. They were the cause of the weight on my arms.

As I raised my gaze, a pitch-black robe filled my vision. I had no choice but to raise my eyes until I saw the smooth jawline.

The back of the outstretched hand was stepped on by Ma Gwang-ik. The figure carrying a backpack on his back was ominous.

In Jeongyeonshin’s blue eyes, the images of Paegeomjongju and Yulhanangrang were reflected.

The prayer leaver’s lips trembled. His head and the legs of the magician were too close.

“What just now… … ?”

“The sword is a sword.”

Jeong Yeon-shin said without looking down.